You start the car, and I'll pack the sandwiches
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Maybe we'll miss the rain
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The side of the road, the edge of tomorrow
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Trading spots again
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I'm still infatuated
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I'm feeling obligated
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My mind's a million miles away, I'm sorry
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The day starts at 2:00, and the worst part
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Is that I'm pretending that I'm feeling half alive
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I think I sold my name
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Driving down the interstate alone
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With a ghost I'm naming after you
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You blame your mother, and I'll blame California
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For being too damn bright
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Gunning the car, home for The Winter Rush
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And seven months of sleep
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I miss the nightly readouts of all the things we spewed out
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I sold my memory just to buy us coffee
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The day starts at 2:00, and the worst part
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Is that I'm pretending that I'm feeling half alive
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I think I sold my name
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Driving down the interstate alone
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With a ghost I'm naming after you
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Driving down the interstate alone
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With a ghost I'm naming after you
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I started to want things, I held them up high
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I got it, I flaunted, it left me uptight
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If I say it, I mean it, I'll speak it outright
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I'll take it, I'll save it, I'll make it all mine
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Somewhere, it's out there, and I will hold it closer I swear
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Somewhere, you're out there, and I will hold you closer I swear
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The Winter Rush
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| Some By Sea |
